Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	grace_n	holy_a	lord_n	14,167	5	3.6878	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11268	Adams complaint. The olde vvorldes tragedie. Dauid and Bathsheba	Sabie, Francis.	1596 (1596)	STC 21534; ESTC S110788	21,159	52

send Surcharg'd with wine he staggerd in the end He walketh vp and downe the ●…tately hall But alwaies leanes and cleaues vnto the wall Full glad was Dauid now and hop'd his plot Would take effect he almost was secure He heard the souldiour talke he knew not what He with Beershebas name did him allure He thought that night would breed contentment s●… But whatso ere he built it could not stand For all his worke was built vpon the sand Now night was come all 〈◊〉 went to rest Downe lay the Hitthite where he slept before King Dauid with a sea of cares opprest Was driuen welnigh to dispaire his doore Yet still against the streame he labours more Thus euermore sinne leadeth vnto sinne A lesler ends and greater doth begin Stay sinfull King looke backe and askethy pardon It boots thee not alas thy selfe to hide So guiltie Adam hid him in the garden So Ionah fled vpon the surging tide Yet quickly had Iehouah them espide Looke backe I say confesse it is much better To hide a lesser sinne doe not a greater And now againe hee's driuen to inuent And vp and downe for pollicies to roue Yet finds he nothing vnto his content At length the deuill a deadly plot doth moue And he thereof doth presently approue In errour blind still walkes the Letcher further And thinks to hide adultery with murther Obliuious Prophet call to minde thine oth Thou vowdst to keep the cou●…nant of thy Lord More sweet shou saydst then combe or honey both More deare then Gems which Tagus doth afford Thou brag'dst thou joyedst only in his word Chose he not thee his tender lambes to keepe And like a Wolfe wilt thou deuoure his sheep And now begins this deuilishnesse to bud He vnto Ioab letters doth indite O fearfull letters messengers of bloud He wi●…s him place him foremost in the fight And let him die whilst they escape by flight And by Vrias sends he him away he guiltlesse beares a sword himselfe to slay He guiltlesse 〈◊〉 a sword himselfe to flay And harmlesse feares no ●…reason to be wrought So doth the Cony fall i●…to the hay So is the 〈◊〉 vnto the Lyme-bush brought So on the hookethe nibling Fish is caught he to his Captaine doth his letters bring Who readeth them and minds to doe the thing Soone after causd he them the towne to sacke Next to the walles Vrias preas●…'d amaine The Rabbanits came out I●…b fled backe And many of his souldiours there were slaine Among the which Vrias caught his bane O joyfull tydings to th'offenders eares Now ●…rolickes he and no suspi●…ion feares Securely now he layes him downe to ●…leepe As he were blemisht with no sinfull spot As all his sinnes were drowned in the deepe Or Let●…es waues where all thinges be forgot As though Ie●…ah wink'd and saw him not Till at the last vnto his vile disgrace Thus 〈◊〉 sent reproou'd him to his face Ah Churle quoth he and sadly tels the tale Within a little cittie dwelling was Much cattell had he feeding in his pale And pastures faire which yeelded h●…y and grasse None could be seene in riches him to passe Great store of golde he had of Gems and treasu●…e He felt no want but liued at his pleasure A very poore man neete vnto him dwell●…d O●…e little sheep who fo●…tered at his manger To which in loue he migh●…ily excelled And in his bo●…ome shroude●… her from dang●…r Now to this Misers house there came a stranger And sparing all his owne vnto the feast He butchted vp and eat the poore ma●…s beast Hereat was Da●…id verie sore incenst He chaf●…d and rag'd thereat exceedinglie Without reuenge his wrath could not be quench'd He swore the man that did the sinne should die Himselfe would see him tortur'd by and by Thou thou quoth Nat●…an art the man indeed That hath commitred this detested deed Thus sayth thy God thou wert a shepheards boy A seruile arte and feddest sheep in field Then wert thou subject vnto much annoy A russet cloake did thee from weather shield And liuedst of the fruite thy flocke did yeeld A shepheards hooke vpon thy back thou borest A leth●…r scrip about thy necke thou worest Then ioyest thou to gather Filberds ripe To play at Barly-breake amongst the Swaines To tune rude Odes vpon an Oaten pipe Thy feeding heards to follow o●… the plaines And driue them backe againe no little paines From greedy Wo●…es to shield thy tender Lambes And meat to fetch vnto their blating Dams And now thy title low I haue suborned Made thee my Prophet of a shepheard base And with a Regall Crowne thine head adorned I chaung'd thy sheep-hook to a ptincelie Mace What earthly man is now in higher place Thou hadst seuen brethren goodlier in blee Yet I refusing them made choise of thee I ouerthrew Golia●… with thy s●…ing Thou but a dw●…fe and he a Gyant tall I ga●…e to thee the daughter of a King I sau'd the●… from the hands of murthring 〈◊〉 I gaue thee wiues and concubines and all I made thee feed my pe●…ple Isra●…ll And all because I loued thee ●…o well And if in heart thou hadst de●…ired mo●…e More also had I added to thy life But thou of wiues although thou haddest store Hast taken vnto thee Vrias wi●…e And caus'd him to be slaine by Amm●… ●… knife And walking still in this absurditie Think●…t to conceale this ha●…nous sin from me Now whilst thou liu'st for this whic●… thod ha●… 〈◊〉 The sword shall ne●…er ●…rom thy h●…use depart And of thy ●…eed thou 〈◊〉 bege●… a 〈◊〉 Which shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 dart Now is the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●…o th●… 〈◊〉 Thr●… su●…dry times 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Three times he sob'd as t●…ough his heart wo●…ld br●…ak And now at last begins he 〈◊〉 rel●… A showre of teares 〈◊〉 srom ●…is 〈◊〉 His hea●…t is humbled fearing to be 〈◊〉 And lifting mind and hands vnto t●…e ski●…s Peecaui Deus mani●…●…imes ●…e cries Rise vp quoth Nathan God ●…oth he●…re thy 〈◊〉 Thy sin is pardo●…'d bu●… thy ●…hild s●…all di●… And then in heart as lowly as a childe Betakes him to his chamber all alone There weepeth he before his maker milde And oftimes sobbing maketh piteous mone Complayning other help it he hath none Thus in the end distressed as he stood He tooke his harpe and warbled out this Ode DAVIDS ODE O Great Creator of ●…he starrie Pole and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole chiefe king of Kings Whose gentle pardon euermore is nere To them which crie vnfaynedly with feare Distrest with sin I now begin To come to thee O Lord giue eare O Lord look down frō thy chrystallin throne enuirond round With Seraphins and Angels manie one thy praise who sound Such fauour Lord on me vouchsafe to send As on thy chosen flock thou doest extend To thee alone I make my mone Some pittie father on me send Remember Lord that it is more then need to send redresse My ●…ore will grow vnlesse thou help with speed remedilesse Therfore in mercie looke down from aboue And visit me with thy heart-joying loue Alas I see No cause in me Which vnto pi●…ie may thee moue With sinne I only haue of●…ended thee O Lord my God And therwithall I purchas'd haue to me thine heauie rod The waight of it doth presse me verie sore And brings me wel nigh to dispaire his doore Alas I shame To tell the sam●… It is before thee euermore And this is not first time I sinn'd alas by many moe Within the wombe in ●…in conceiu'd I was Borne was I so And since that day I neueryet did cease From time to time thy highnesse to displea●…e My life hath bin A race of sin Me with thy comfort somewhat ●…ase O why did I offend thy glorious Grace so hainously Why fear'd I not the presence-of thy face who stoodest by Because I should acknowledge-thee most just And in mine owne vprightnes shuld not trust Fraile is my fleshs I must confesse And nought is it but sinne and dust If thou shalt me asperge with sprinkling grasse or Hysope greene As Chrystall pure or as the shining glasse I shall be cleane And if thou wilt me wash with water cleare More white then Scythan snow I shall appeare Then whitest snow which wind doth blow From place to place both farre and neere My mind O Lord infectious and foule make cleane and pure Into thy hands I humbly giue my soule to heale and cure Out of thy booke all mine offences blot And with thy blood quite take away my spot So shall my hart Be free from smart And mine offences quite forgot Turn back thy face which al things doth behold from heauens vault Least thou espie my trespasse manifold and hainous fault My faults which are in number many more Then little sands which are vpon the shore refraine thine ire I thee desire And also heale my deadly sore Within my breast O Lord an humble spirit do thou create And of thy comfort doe not me disherit I thee intreat Let me enjoy the sun-shine of thy face Take not from me the solace of thy grace The holy Ghost My comfort most Let me retaine in any case My tongue vntie my lips O Lord resolue thou art the key So will my tongue thy mercie great reuolue from day to day Then shall the wicked learne by mine example To keep thy sta●…tes which be sweet and ample And seeing me shall turne to thee And in the right way learne to trample Wouldst thou haue bin with sacrifice content much fat of Rammes Much incense sweet on thee wold I haue spent and blood of Lambes But thou O God therto hast no respect A broken heart thou neuer wilt reject That sacrifice Is of most price That onlie with thee takes effect Be gentle Lord to thy Sionian towne bow downe thy face And on thy Shalem send thy mercie downe and louing grace Reedifie her bulwarkes like to fall And vp againe build her decaying wall Then will I praise Thy name alwayes And giue burnt offrings therewithall Thus did the Psalmist warble out his plaints And ceaseth not from day to day to mone His heart with anguish of his sorrowe faints And still he kneels before his makers throne At midnight sends he manie a grieuous grone So did his God in mercie on him looke And all his sinnes did race out of his booke F. S. FINIS